Love Before Breakfast Page #5

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so well in all my life.

Oh. Yes, I have been busy. You know

how it is during the horse show week.

Well, uh, what about lunch

with me tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I wish I could, but I haven't

a free moment. Honestly.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, I'll see you around sometime.

But- Oh.

Oh.

Not at all. Not at all.

I tell you, gentlemen.

If we lower the price of gasoline

even one cent, we're headed for ruin.

Mr. Brinkerhoff,

will you please stick to the point?

What's the good of having a board of directors

if nobody will listen? We are listening!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Now, I've never overridden this board,

and I'm not going to start now.

Anything I do will be

with your unanimous approval.

But you're going to approve if I have

to sit here until a week from Tuesday.

Now take your time, because I've got all

today, all tomorrow and all the next day.

In fact,

I can sit here for weeks.

She's here?

Boys, I've, uh,

been thinking this thing over.

I don't know a more levelheaded bunch

of men in the country than you fellas.

Now, I've decided that whatever you decide

is all right with me. Good-bye. Good-bye.

What's the matter?

Is he sick?

Well, this is a surprise.

I, uh, hope I didn't disturb you.

Not at all. I wasn't doing anything.

Just fooling around with the boys.

We never do any work.

I thought you told me you

were going to be so busy today.

Oh, I am. As a matter of fact, I'm

practically at four other places right now,

trying to get rid of

these milk fund tickets.

Is that all that brought you

here? Is that all? I have 200 left.

How much are they?

Only $10 apiece.

Yes, sir? Make out a check

for $2,000, and mail it to, uh-

Metropolitan Charities.

Did you hear that?

Yes, sir. Your calling last

night was an inspiration.

I don't know why I didn't think of you

before. That's very sweet of you, Scott.

Leaves me the rest of the day

with nothing to do.

Fine. Would you, uh, be interested in

seeing how big business is conducted?

How Little Napolon works?

Uh-huh.

I'd love it.

Private office?

Monsieur.

So, uh, this is where you do

your serious thinking? Right.

Now I understand your success.

What'll it be?

A small glass of sherry.

That's very cute.

Is that dry? Oui, madame. Very dry.

Here's to you

and the countess.

Thanks, but, uh,

why the countess?

Well, isn't it impending?

Nobody consulted me.

I've heard rumors.

Uh-uh.

You'll be sorry to hear

my feelings haven't changed.

I'm still going to marry you.

You better be careful. One of these

days I might take you up on that.

Couldn't make it today, could you? If

I did, it would only be for your money.

I never look a gift horse in the mouth.

You want me anyway?

Definitely.

All right. But this isn't going to

be any Taming of the Shrew, you know.

I'm not gonna come crawling

after you've broken my spirit.

I'll take my chance.

It's a long one.

I like 'em that way.

Well, guess that settles it.

Oh, no. There should be a

kiss to seal the bargain.

Is that necessary?

It's, uh, pretty standard.

All right.

Can you spare it?

I think so.

Well, good-bye. Oh, no.

There's one more detail.

What happens now?

Come on. I'll show you.

I warn you. I won't sign

anything without a lawyer.

Oh, you won't have to sign a thing.

Just one minute.

What's this?

The customary engagement ring.

Oh, you were all prepared.

Oh, yes. Yes indeed.

Well prepared.

When did you get these?

The day after you turned me down.

Sure of yourself, weren't you?

Just a gambler.

A gambler who knew he'd win.

The fact that I don't love you

doesn't spoil your victory.

Well, I'm glad we understand each other. Which one of

these little knickknacks would you like to have me wear?

They're all for you. I thought

you might like to change off.

How romantic.

Now that, uh, we're engaged, I hope

we'll see each other occasionally.

Whatever is customary, Mr. Miller.

Hmm. Let me see.

Oh. Careful, Mother.

Now be careful.

Do be quiet. How can I do this if you talk? Scott! Hurry

up with the cocktails! I need something to steady my hand.

Coming right up. Oh, hurry up,

Mother. I only have one match left.

So have I. We'll split the pot. Shut up.

Easy. Easy.

Oh!

Brinkie! It's the gardenias, my dear.

They always bring on my hay fever.

Oh, I see a swell place.

Kay,your tongue.

You'll bite it off.

Shut up. Shut up.

Ah! I win. I win.

Not yet. I can still tie you.

Oh, Brinkie, don't you put

that match on. I want to win.

Hold your hats, kids.

Hold your hats.

Oh. Oh, no. No.

Oh.

Fooled ya!

Oh!

Brinkie! I win all the money. I win

all the money. Goody, goody, goody.

Who won?

Brinkie's hay fever.

That'll teach you to gamble with women.

Wasn't fair. She only won

by a nose. What's that?

A Bronx- and a good one.

A Bronx? Take it away.

Last time I drank one of those things, they had

to send me to Carlsbad to have my liver overhauled.

How do you like this fellow? After

mixing them myself. Ungrateful I calls it.

Don't touch it, Kay.

It'll poison you.

Let me mix you one of

my famous "packeroos. "

What's a packeroo? Shh. It's a

secret formula I picked up in Cuba.

From a horse doctor.

Yes. From a horse d- No!

The man never did

appreciate my artistry.

Brinkie, I trust you.

I'll try one.

I promise you, you'll never forget

it. That's what I'm afraid of.

How about you, Mrs. Colby?

I'll try one too.

One is all you need. Come on, you

old rebel. I'll show you the stuff.

Be back in a moment, ladies. We'll

whip this evening into something yet.

By the way, uh,

what is a packeroo?

I don't know. I never heard the word before,

but I'll mix up something potent. Mm-hmm.

May as well cancel dinner now.

Heaven's sake, Kay. Aren't you ever

going to stop playing that stupid game?

Shh! I'm busy. A pure waste

of time. That's what it is.

How about one here? No, no, no.

Go away. I'm trying something new.

You know too much about it now.

Poor Scott.

You beat him every night.

I'm the champion.

Well, anyway, you're being pleasant

to him lately. That's something.

That's because he's stopped

trying to rule the roost.

Anything settled yet?

About what?

The wedding. Oh, Scott wants to hold off

till he hears about that Russian deal.

Russian deal? What Russian deal? He's

working on a contract with Russia,

and if the deal is made,

we'll go there on our honeymoon.

Good heavens. You have to wait

for the Russians to get married?

Well, Brinkie's off on one of his short

stories again. Probably last an hour.

He doesn't even know I left him.

Still talking. That's cruel, Scott.

He doesn't care. The other day while he was spinning his

favorite yarn at the club his audience changed three times.

He never knew the difference. You

stay here. I'll take care of him.

Oh, I wish you hadn't taught me this silly

game. I never worked so hard in my life.

It was probably started by the match

industry. Ooh! I'm all worn out.

Oh, I meant to ask you. How is that

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